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One of Those Days

I'm so tired, don't want to do this anymore. Please just leave, and be sure to close the door. No, I don't want to talk, I want to be left alone. Now who the hell is that? Where's my damn phone? Just what part of go don't you understand? You turn and you leave, and don't come back again. I'm sorry, but it's just been one of those days. Don't try to tell me everything's okay. 'Cause you don't know; you don't have a clue about the hell that I've been going through. Never mind, forget it. It's none of your concern. Just another lesson that I'll have to learn. So please just leave me to drown in my sorrow. Yeah sure, I promise I'll call you tomorrow whenever I wake up. I don't know what time. I'm sure by then every- thing will be fine. So I'll see you later, don't forget the door. Oh, God, please help me. I can't do this anymore!

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